My name is Dazai

After Tangun packed up his things, he gave writer Ango some digestive tablets, and went upstairs.

The leader Zai lay on the bed and knocked on the keyboard. He didn't know what he was looking at. When he saw Tangun coming in, he tapped the keyboard a few more times and closed the computer: "Tangun finished cleaning up." .” Tangun nodded.

"Then come and sleep with me quickly!" The leader Jae pulled Tangun onto the bed, using him as a pillow.

Although he didn't need to sleep, the fact of holding Tangun in his arms made him very happy.

It's not enough.

"Wait, I got into the water today and I need to take a shower." Tangun was a little panicked.

"No need." How could Zai, the cat leader in his arms, let go, "You can take a bath anytime."

Tangun couldn't hold back Dazai, he sighed and lay down.

The leader Jae buried his head in Tangun's arms.

When Tangun woke up the next day, the leader Jae had disappeared.

Dazai's movements have always been very light, and they don't sleep much. Whether they can fall asleep is a problem.

Tangun was lying on the bed, he had a dream last night, it was always the words that the leader Zai said to him yesterday.

Even after waking up, the dream is still clearly visible.

Tangun felt that his heart must have been beating too fast overnight.

Otherwise, why did he feel numb in his chest.

"Why don't I accompany you to die in love?"

"Wow..." Tangun buried himself with a pillow, feeling devastated and ashamed.

It was obviously something that had already happened, but he became nervous again inexplicably.

But the more I suppress my thoughts, the more desperately that image emerges—how about I accompany you to die in love...

I will die with you...

die for love...

Tangun was so ashamed that he hit the mattress with his head.

Some words made him repeat and he couldn't say it himself. Even thinking about it, he wondered why he said such words in the first place. He was actually quite afraid of death.

Tangun turned on the shower to take a shower.

He calmed down when the cold water hit his face.

Really, was the sentence I said before impulsive? What if the leader Zai really agrees?He actually wanted to live with the leader Jae selfishly.

This fear is becoming more and more obvious.

No, Dazai said he wanted to live with him.

Thinking of this, Tangun couldn't help showing a smile, his blue eyes were like a sky blue lake warmed by the sun.

Suddenly he heard the doorbell ring.

Tangun was slightly taken aback, who came to look for him so early?

"My courier has arrived." A Dazai said outside.

It's the leader.

The leader Zai's tone was a little calm.

Unfamiliar people may not be able to distinguish the voices of the Dazai, but Tangun, who has lived with the Dazai for a long time, can distinguish them immediately.

Although the voices of the Dazai and the others are not easy to distinguish when they are chattering excitedly, there is still a gap between them on weekdays.

"Delivering so early?" Tangun murmured as he rinsed the shampoo.

It's not yet seven o'clock in the morning.

"Hey, Dazai, did you shop online last night? It's amazing." Tangun came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet, he watched the leader sign for the delivery at the door, went down, and went into the kitchen to soak himself A cup of hot cocoa.

Dazai didn't seem too interested in this high-calorie food, so he didn't ask any more.

"Excellent?" The leader Zai signed the form, stamped it, and turned his head to ask.

"Yeah, I just can't figure out anything about this technology." Tangun said after taking a sip of hot cocoa.

So far, the phone operation is limited to making calls, and even sending text messages is very unfamiliar.

Not to mention the Internet and online shopping, it is a challenge for him.

"It's not that Tangun can't learn, but he can't learn at all." The leader Zai sighed.

Graduating from Dongda University has already proved Tangun's IQ. If he can't learn it, it's not because he has a bad brain, but because he himself is not serious about studying.

"Really, Tangun is really an oldie in this kind of thing."

Tangun felt that his real age had been shot: "...Ah, I'm so sorry."

The leader Zai was dragging a box, Tangun saw that he was struggling, so he helped him move it up: "Where do you want to put it, Dazai?"

"Let's put it upstairs, I want to use everything inside and the box outside." The leader Zai thought for a while and said.

Tangun didn't feel what was in the box, but it felt like some kind of metal.

He didn't ask, he wouldn't bother Dazai bought anything.

He was not curious about such things.

After putting the things in the room, Tangun sat on the bed and brushed his hair.

The leader Zai took out a letter-opening paper knife and opened the box.

Inside was a pile of film cardboard.

The leader Jae took out a dagger that could be thirty centimeters long from the cardboard: "Tangun, look quickly, this is the kitchen knife I bought for you."

"...This is a butcher's knife." Tangun was dumbfounded.

"Well, the butcher's knife." The leader Zai stood up, then bent down and took out another knife, "And this one..."

"...hatchet?" Tangun's hand wiping his hair had already loosened from the towel.

"Give it to Tangun to chop firewood!" the leader Jae said happily.

"How do you think I don't need to chop wood now! Dazai, what do you want to do?" Tangun looked at the sharp blade, and his whole body was not well.

"Of course they kill pigs and chop firewood." The leader Zai held two knives, "I'll show it to Mr. Writer."

After speaking, he took the knife and ran away.

Tangun stood up abruptly.

Writer Jae was full last night, Tangun seemed to be in a good mood and made a crab meat feast.

Eat more and get up late.

Writer Jae was still asleep when Tangun woke up.

Like Tangun, he is not very good at electronic products, so he naturally doesn't have the habit of being high until midnight and day and night to get aroused.

"Dazai! Dazai! Dazai!"

Writer Zai was woken up by a knock on the door.

He rubbed his eyes: "Tangun, I didn't lock the door, you just go in..."

"I locked the door." A deep voice sounded.

Writer Zai turned his head stiffly.

A black shadow stood against the light, the red scarf looked like dried blood, and the dark eyes were like abysses.

Anyone who just woke up and saw this scene would have their heart stop.

Not to mention Zai, a writer who was not very courageous.

The leader Zai raised two knives, and his bandaged hands clenched the hilts: "Look, I just arrived this morning. The butcher's knife and the hatchet knife. If Mr. Writer wants to die, which knife would you like more?"

His gaze was fixed on the writer Zai.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

A shrill voice sounded.